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Some of them wondered what his dying smile

might mean:  perhaps the sweet rest and relief

of death---having long borne, in four years' span,

burdens that rested on his chosen shoulders;

that could have crushed a lesser, happier man

with all the weight of rolling, falling, boulders.

But, even in the depth of your own grief;

and having lived with him for this long while,

you know the cause---it cannot be denied

as factual:  no ardent wish can put

it from your mind.  He saw---standing beside

Christ, welcoming him---joyous, barefoot, Anne.

Long as you live, you will always be sure

that his soul lives in Heaven, now . . . with her.

Starward